Who Knew?

Two Faced has not been eating. Not a bite, nor drinking. I can't believe how boney her backbone feels this morning. I called the vet's office minutes after they opened, and took her right over (when they offered a 2:00 appointment, I just bluntly said I didn't know if she'd make it that long, or not, and drove.)

I saw the vet in the prep area and just walked right over to her, talking. She felt her up and examined her - Would you believe, she is CONSTIPATED? Severely. So, I call back at 3:30 - she's in for enemas today - I saw the thin tube she set out. I remember those! (Sympathetic shudder).

MS just told me, as he carted away yet another full grown coon from the large sized live trap I bought, that this is #25, and a dozen possums. (We first trapped all the small ones in his smaller live crate.) Unbelievable! Who would have had any idea we had that much wildlife running loose around here?